De La Soul — Squat

[Intro] "Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man? You know we got a party man, get the other record!" (Here we go) "(Let it go!) Just one more time!" [Verse 1: Mike D, Dove, Ad Rock & Pos] It's the M-I-K, E oh to the D I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G Two G's got em scratchin' it like the fleas And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide We like four planets on the mic Aligned arrays retired all in the days Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames When I was nine, I played with slime Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung I got my own crew called the nasal tongues! Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay) Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix [Pre-Chorus] (Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack And buy plenty or more we got em by the stack (Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this [Chorus] Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat [Verse 2: Pos, Ad Rock, Dove & Mike D] Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock Ad Rock in the house you don't stop! It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass (what?) You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher Get on the mic if you love all the creatures Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter Called em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep em level, and Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!) Firm on the mic since my days of a child Got a "License Too Ill" to flash to police The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys Bringin "Noise" like P.E. to your TV Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed Stripped to the rhyme! And every line made from scratch Attached like stripes to shell-toes Thin spools that hold the herb Mike what's the word? (WORD!) It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la Rhymin over old breaks like the Mardis Gras Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La [Pre-Chorus] (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still So here's another dose for you to feel! Put ya body in it! [Chorus] Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat Come on, squat [Verse 3: Mike D, All, Dove, Ad Rock & (Pos)] I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin' Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump The people in the back, they're not the whack whack The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle And the people on the side, we can all take a ride! In my VW I done swung an ep' or two The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper From the middle school like the educated rapper I'm known as an occupational MC You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?! (It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!) Reachin elevations too far for the eye (EYE!) Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages Seen (all over the globe) and all the types Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views From two crews spitti' for the art of it We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it) Started it ever since we minced meat You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog Stay there! I'ma play there ('cause they pay there) In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out [Outro: Beastie Boys] Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done So come on party people Have (have) have (have) have fun! "(Let it go!) Just one more time!"